Thursday, August 11, 2011

My Imagination


Sometime My Imagination is a beautiful  lady ,
and thoughts poured in sentences are her body.
The lady dances to my tunes like a puppet ,
and only I how and when to stop it.
Sometimes it becomes a dream unfulfilled... ,
and my fancies know ......in it how different colors
                                     can be filled.
So my thoughts become the different shades of these colors. 
 And lend me charm ,happiness and a feeling of satisfaction
................. to make my dream come true to the perfection                                          

Friday, April 1, 2011

The Window

O my dear! little airy Window,
You are the most charming corner of my room,
from where I can see flowers in full bloom.
sunlight which passes through you...
...............gives my cheeks a rosy hue .

The fresh breeze when touches my face
...fills my imagination with divine grace.
Through you I can see creatures moving around,
And I can hear God's music in nature's lovely sounds. 

You give me a Great view of the beautiful and green pastures;
Thanks for being my door to the happiness through Mother Nature.

Friday, March 11, 2011

जाला

 छुपा कर रखा था मन में कुछ सवालों को ,
 सहेज कर रखा था कुछ उलझे ख्यालों को , 
 लगता है बस थमी सी चल चलती है जिंदगी 
                                                 सालों से  ,
 कयूं मकड़ी सी उलझी लगती है अपने ही 
                                                 जालों में ?
 ये जाल अपने ख्यालों से जो हमने बुना है  ,
 कई सवाल जिनमे खुद को बे वजह ही फंसा रखा है |
 न जाने , कब वो दिवाली आएगी ?
 जब कोई पाक रूह ये जाला हटाएगी....
 अपनी ही कैद में फंसी जब ये जिंदगी , 
 खुले पंछीकी तरह बेख़ौफ़ हवा में गोते लगाएगी |